Lyrical Breakdown of Letter to da Rap Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, man
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, man
I did what I had to do when the pack came
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, man
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, man
I did what I had to do when the pack came
I need, I need
I got to hold unto you baby (yeah)
Ooh, ooh
Chef what's happenin', Ghost what's up
Wu-Tang Clan, they ain't nothing to fuck with
2 Chainz ain't nothing to fuck with
Need search warrants 'cause them niggas is suspects
All I talk is money, so change the subject
(Get some, get some, get some)
Licensed to kill, and you know I'm going straight for your heart
(Yeah, that shit right there, yeah) license to kill
Got a license to kill, and you know I'm going straight for your heart
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, man
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, man
I did what I had to do when the pack came
(Got a license to kill)
Yeah
Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong
Two to be exact, grinding the Kush pact
Ride with the roof back, live with the suit act
Killing 'em, so I am dying my suit black (oh, oh, oh)
Dear rap game, you are ill homie
Had me thinking we was gonna make some real money
Came from the streets, I'm a beast, capiche?
Like my dick in the mailbox where bills come, oh (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, yeah, rap gang, the real comin'
Way I'm murking these niggas hope your will coming
And when you numb, it's kinda hard to feel somethin'
I'm the type to get rich and still hustle
Oh yeah, before I leave, let me say this, play this
Half my niggas dead or in jail like Asics
Face it, back to the basics
2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, man
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, man
I did what I had to do when the pack came
My worlds coming to an end, speaking philosophical
Sixers on the coup, when they said it was impossible
Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable (oh, oh, oh)
And we breaking bricks down, til' the last molecule
Cherish the horizon
Some blessed the Cartier's
Thinking 'bout a prison sentence
Time that I gave away
For trying to make a planned day
Niggas don't lay away
Locked in confinement, gotta learn to meditate
And on the inside, mind state, I survive
All I got left is pride, touchdown, I'ma ride
I was raised as a boss
Be damned, I let a nigga take me off
And tell Josh that his pops was soft
Motherfucker
Licensed to kill, and you know I'm going straight for your heart
Got a license to kill (uh)
Got a license to kill, and you know I'm going straight for your heart
This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I'm a product of the trap, man
When crack came, I didn't know how to act, man
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah nigga, Raekwon, what up Lord
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goonies
Gambling and scrambling, trying to buy us some Gucci's
It's a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments
Yo, bankroll was all we ever needed
While niggas was weeded, playing spades, pumping crack in Adidas
Just fly, young with heart, I sniffed in the park
Made sales blazed a few shells, yeah fuck who you are
Guns on us, make you cry like onions, come through
Stay in your lane, peep the name, we done this
I was legend then, now my paper stretches, yeah that's it
Gold ass, they rockin' glasses, high class actress to villas
Movie making gorillas, the willards
The guests are on gun fights, who squeeze on the squealers
Don't come near me, nigga
If you don't got no money, fear me
Matter fact, move it, ya hear me?
(Got a license to kill) blow nigga
(And you know I'm going straight for your heart) 2 Chainz what up
Chef Salone, what's the science, nigga?
Ice H-to-O
Silver backs (got a license to kill)
What's good, nigga?
Talk to me, man (got a license)
You already know, man
Bulletproof exotic herb, nigga
We smoke, nigga